Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 711 - 543

Chapter 711: 543

This armor could even be said to be stronger than Zhang Xun himself, and it was extremely loyal to Li Feng, perhaps because of the transformation brought about by Li Feng.

Furthermore, he now displayed another ability, that of control, controlling the power of Zhang Xun. The armor acted like a Tight-Binding Spell; Li Feng sat on a chair behind the city wall, a victorious smile unconsciously curling upon his face.

In Li Feng’s view, Zhang Xun was now completely under his control. How could there be anyone in the world who could contend with him? It was simply impossible for Wang Yang to defeat Zhang Xun, who was armored.

On Zhang Xun’s body, black patterns like spider webs spread within his bloodline, winding up to his face, where Wang Yang glimpsed the color of pain.

Clearly, Zhang Xun was unable to change any of this.

Of course, even Wang Yang probably couldn’t reverse the effects the Demonic Qi had on others; such effects were irreversible unless his true body descended.

But his true body could absolutely not leave its own world to descend into this one. Wang Yang struck Zhang Xun once more, yet due to the armor, the damage he inflicted was severely limited.

"Roar!"

The previously rational Zhang Xun suddenly let out a beast-like roar, his aura becoming terrifying, and Wang Yang must have felt the bloodthirsty, beast-like presence emanating from him.

The armor represented the beast-like side of Zhang Xun in the battlefield; after receiving the Demonic Qi, Zhang Xun could maintain his sanity because he was not clad in armor.

When Zhang Xun was still human, he rarely killed without wearing his armor—a principle he adhered to, perhaps the only tenderness in him.

After becoming a Demon, Zhang Xun hadn’t fallen into a bloodlust, but the same couldn’t be said for the armor. With the armor on, Zhang Xun was an unfeeling executioner executing his lord’s commands.

The armor forcibly grew into Zhang Xun’s flesh and completely integrated with him. Inside his flesh and blood, his meridians actively connected with the armor, merging the two completely.

The helmet fully covered Zhang Xun’s face, ensuring his whole body was within the armor’s protective scope, leaving no part of him exposed.

The long spear, like a black serpent, forced Wang Yang to dodge repeatedly, as Zhang Xun’s body was now fully dominated by the armor.

Zhang Xun, manipulated by the object, was devoid of emotions. Probably, to the armor, "slaughter" was the only word, a word that defined its existence.

The armor was forged not merely as a decoration for Zhang Xun, but as a formidable aid on the battlefield.

The scent of blood on Zhang Xun began to intensify, Wang Yang’s pupils dilated as he saw Zhang Xun’s body starting to enlarge.

The Zhang Xun before him, with the aid of the Demonic Qi, expanded rapidly, soon becoming a giant over two and a half meters tall. In front of him, Wang Yang was like a child.

Zhang Xun hadn’t become such a monster before because he was transformed directly by the Demonic Qi while retaining his personality and humanity. A Zhang Xun with humanity could not truly be considered a Demon.

But Zhang Xun, the ruthless executioner, was undoubtedly a bloodthirsty fiend. Faced with such a Zhang Xun, Wang Yang, empty-handed, could hardly inflict any harm on him.

Clang!

A long spear was hurled high, landing at Wang Yang’s feet. He stepped forward, the spear flew up, and with an outstretched hand, Wang Yang grasped it.

The long spear and the spear were very similar, both inflicting damage with their pointed heads through thrusting; thus, there was no significant difference in their essence.

"General, the world is in your hands now."

A Qingzhou troop rode on horseback, his body already stained with trails of blood, which attracted the surrounding Demons and Monsters. Wang Yang wanted to step forward to help, but the long spear in Zhang Xun’s hands was not so easily thwarted.

Wang Yang could only take up the long spear to fight Zhang Xun, unable to assist the distant soldier, only able to watch helplessly as that Qingzhou soldier was devoured by the Demons and Monsters.

Something within Wang Yang seemed to be activated, something he had never experienced in the Primordial Continent—a thing called anger, not only towards the dark Demons and Monsters but also against himself.

Anger for his own helplessness. The heavenly and earth spiritual power within him began to boil, and with a furious blow, Wang Yang’s long spear swept across Zhang Xun’s armored body, embedding deeply into it.

The force of Wang Yang’s angry strike far exceeded his usual power.

Wang Yang gripped the long spear tightly with both hands; it was the only wish of the Qingzhou soldier who just died. After all, they all had their day of death, but originally, they could have had other futures...

Watching them die right before his eyes, Wang Yang felt immense guilt towards these ordinary people who were dragged into this by himself. Heaven knew how many Qingzhou troops, just like that soldier, had just perished.

Wang Yang’s handsome face turned as red as blood, his blood burning within him. At this moment, he was merely an incarnation.

Though he lacked the heaven-reaching Divine Skills of his true body, he still possessed a passion.

"Kill!"

Wang Yang pulled out the long spear, lashing it repeatedly against Zhang Xun’s pillar-like knees, forcing him to his knees.

Then, switching to the butt of the spear, he hammered it into Zhang Xun’s torso, piercing a large hole in his chest with the blunt end.

Zhang Xun seemed oblivious to the pain, his long spear continuing to thrust towards Wang Yang. Though filled with anger, Wang Yang had not lost his senses yet.